Austin filled a glass at the sink, and stepped outside onto the porch to enjoy a smoke. He was only wearing boxers, and his erection was barely hidden by it. He sat down in one of the lawn chairs on the patio, and drank and smoke as he turned on his phone.

            Austin is 25 years old, tall, lanky, with a fit chest that sometimes develops into a four-pack and sometimes doesn’t, but never gets fat. He is embarrassed with his chest hair which tends to grow in an awkward ‘T’ shape, so he often shaves it, but hasn’t done that in a while. He hasn’t shaved in several days because his friends Alex, Connor, and David are over and spending four days at his apartment. The reason for him not shaving is because he has barely bathed at all; the four of them have been living in close proximity, smoking, drinking, sharing bowls, and existing in a strong musk in the small two-room apartment. He has been growing his hair out, and typically wears a beanie-hat, despite the hot weather. He looks down at his lap, and there is his erection, teasing him. Normally, he would call over his girlfriend and she would help calm him down. However, he has three friends over, and getting his girlfriend to have sex with him while three guys are literally sleeping right next to them is right out of the question. Jerking off wouldn’t do anything either other than just make him hornier; he needs to get it out of his system.

            Austin takes several long inhales from his vape unit, and stretches in his chair, his erection continuing to point straight forward from him. He stands up, and slips back into the dark of his apartment. The thread-bare rug is rough against the soles of his feet, and he stops, suddenly realizing something. He rubs the sole of his left foot against his right calf, just to test something. He sits on the ground, and places the soles of his long, size 14 feet together, and looks at the small gap between the bridges of the soles of his feet. He pushes his fingers into that gap, and has a strange thought; his three friends are heavy sleepers, to the point where you had to seriously shake them and yell to wake them up. It was only 5 in the morning, and they were probably going to be asleep for another 6 or 7 hours. He looks, and sees Alex stretched out over the couch.

            Alex is taking up the entirety of the couch, his head resting on a pillow on the arm-rest, and his feet draped, conveniently, over the opposite arm. Like everyone, he is only wearing boxers, which is unbuttoned, but Austin cannot see it from the darkness of the pulled curtains, and he is glad for it. It isn’t that he is gay, or that he wants to do anything too sexual with them, but he needs to get his kicks off somehow. There is no blanket on Ale due to the summer heat.

            Austin approaches his sleeping friend, his stomach doing flips over the thought of what he is about to do. It is all sorts of wrong, but he cannot help it; horniness is taking over. He drops his boxers, and stands before Alex’s feet. They are relatively clean, long and slender. Alex is 19 years old not bad looking, with a long, straight nose, pale skin, freckles covering his cheeks. His hair is a rich deep red, thick and long, which is spread out around him as he sleeps. He breathes gently and fell asleep with his gauges in his ears, his septum piercing occasionally moving when he takes a particularly heavy breath. Austin carefully picks up Alex’s feet by the ankles, and moves them so they are adjacent to each other on the arm rest, and takes a moment to just touch them. Alex has strong, defined ankles, long slender toes with long yet clean nails. His feet are, surprisingly, not that bad looking, Austin has to admit. There is a large, strong gap between the soles of his feet, and Austin cannot wait any longer.

            Continuing to hold Alex’s feet in place by the ankles, which he can do with one hand because his hands are big enough, and positions his cock so it is pointing for the gap. The head of his cut length is just barely a little way from touching. Austin has second thoughts, but lust beats morality. He slows runs the head of his cock against Alex’s left sole, and he gasps from the sensation. The sole is delightfully smooth and warm, gentle almost. His entire foot is smooth and feels wondrous, with not a single bit of rough skin at all. Austin tries to not be too loud, but this is such a strange and unique sensation, and he has difficulty not gasping and groaning in pleasure.

            His hands run over the tops of Alex’s feet, marveling at the smoothness of them, despite the few strands of fine red hair. Just grazing his tip across the soles was almost enough to bring him to completion, but he knew what he really wanted to experience. Grabbing both ankles in each hand, he begins to push his cock back and forth between Alex’s soles, making them into a sort of orifice. He bars his teeth, and lets out a fairly loud groan, as he feels his testicles contracting, his cock pulsing. He cums in what feels like one of his largest loads, covering Alex’s pale soles. He gasps and moans; animalistic and primal. Even when he finishes ejaculating, he keeps his cock pressed against Alex’s soles, enjoying the feeling of rubbing his head against the bases of his long toes.

            Austin looks down, and is shocked at the sight of his ejaculate against the soles of one of his best friends. It was wrong in so many ways, but it had felt so divinely good. The only reaction from Alex was a faint grunt, and his feet twitched, rubbing against each other and spreading the ejaculate even more. Austin watched in erotic fascination, and is annoyed to find that he has become just as hard has he had been before he came; it was as if nothing had changed.

            Austin sighed in disgust and annoyance at this, and accepts that he will have to do this again to truly be calmed. He looks around his apartment, at his other two sleeping friends, remembering that they were there, and in equally vulnerable states. David and Connor are sleeping on futons next to Austin’s bed, and both of them have their feet exposed. David had eschewed a blanket, and just lays there in an obscene pose like a murder victim, wearing only his gym shorts. Connor has a blanket cast over him, but his dirty socked feet stick out. Austin tries to think, and realizes that he has never once seen Connor’s feet in his life. It was strange, but what was he hiding? Connor’s feet couldn’t be that ugly, could they?

            Instead of dealing with socks, which removing them might be just enough to awaken Connor, Austin settles for David. Austin gives a final look at the sperm-covered feet of Alex, and grins to himself. It would be awkward to just leave his mark on Alex’s feet, especially for when he wakes up, if it hadn’t dried up by then. Could sperm dry into skin? Austin doesn’t know, but he also doesn’t want to find out. He doesn’t just want to wipe the sperm off, either, it seemed like a waste.

            “I’m already this far gone,” he whispers to himself. “Might as well just go completely gay.” He kneels down, carefully picking up Alex’s right foot, and licks at the base of his toes, scooping up his cum with his tongue and gently wiggling the tip of his tongue at the gap between Alex’s slender toes. There is a grunt, a giggle; Alex’s toes gently close around the offending appendage, and he squirms, but does not wake up. Austin considers this as close as he wants to get in terms of being caught, and his tongue moves slower and with more caution as he continues to taste. His own ejaculate is salty, interesting, in taste, and it is augmented by the slight saltiness of Alex’s feet. He particularly likes how the tight skin of the soles gently bunches with the movement of his tongue. He does this for a little while; after lapping up his cum, he licks from the heel to the base of the toes, and lavishes in the gentle giggles he elicits. He stands and looks down at his work. Alex is a jumbled mess, but still sleeping, with a little grin. Did he enjoy that? Austin could swear that Alex was hard, but he is twisted in such a manner that he cannot tell.

            Austin touches himself, enjoying the warmth of his hand. Alex’s soles glisten ever so slightly from the saliva, and he heads over to David’s feet. David is 20 years old, short and stocky. Austin is taller than the normal person at a little over 6 foot, and David is roughly 5’10. He isn’t fat, just solidly built and compact. He has short, brown, curly hair, permanent stubble, and his thick body is almost completely covered in dark hair. He lies on his back, his feet pointing straight up. His feet are wide, thick-soled, his toes short and chubby, the tops of his feet covered in short black hair. Austin has lost himself completely to his desire, and finds himself salivating at the thought of putting David’s toes in his mouth, of dragging his tongue along the bottom of his soles. Precum collects on the tip of his cock, which is long and slender with a well-proportioned head.

            Austin drops to the floor, sitting cross-legged at David’s feet. He carefully picks them up, and places them in his lap. He takes a moment to marvel at them, enjoying the thickness of his soles, the roughness of his heel, the defined lines even without them being manipulated or bent. Austin begins by just touching them, pressing his thumbs into the soles in a sort of massage. A sigh of contentment issues from David, but he quickly begins to gently snore yet again. Seeing this as a good sign, Austin raises David’s right foot, and takes his big toe into his mouth. The smell coming from David foot is wonderful; musty and strong, and the taste matches the smell. He sucks furiously at the toe, popping it from his mouth, which is just salivating even more. He is a like a starved madman at a feast as he descends on David’s feet, not caring if he wakes, just caring about fulfilling himself. After a few minutes purely of licking and sucking, Austin pushes his hips forward, and begins thrusting himself between the soles of David’s feet.

            It is a distinctly different sensation from what he had experienced with Alex’s feet, given how much wider these ones are. They are the right sort of chubby that they were very soft, the smoothness of the soles driving Austin crazy. He moans louder than he had with Alex, and comes, again. It is at least as big of a load as he had released on Alex’s feet. His cock pulsates, his breathing heavy, his body covered in lustful sweat. Much like Alex, he cleans up the mess he made on David’s feet, and notices for the first time that David’s hand has reached under the waistband of his short, which are very noticeably tented. Austin reaches forward, and just gently pokes at the tip of the tent. David shudders, and is rock-hard, and very warm though the soft fabric of the shorts. Austin is again worried of going too far and waking up his friend, and he stands.

            He looks over at Connor, who is covered in a small cotton blanket, revealing only his head and socked feet. Austin shrugs.

            “Fuck it, might as well.” He approaches Connor.

            Connor is also 19, taller than David, on the same height as Alex, but a few inches shorter than Austin. He too has a septum piercing that he got at the same time as Alex’s, but no other piercings. His hair is ridiculously long; while he typically wears it in a large messy bun, when free, it easily reaches his mid-back. His hair is naturally straight, thick, and slightly messy. He is a handsome man, easily looking like he could front a metal band, which he is a fan of many. He is the heaviest pot smoker of the four of them, and his vape rests next to his head. Austin sits down before Connor’s feet, much like he did to David’s. He brings them up and places them in his lap, and then begins to rub them.

            The socks themselves are long and black, but they have gathered, bunched down around his ankles as Connor likes to wear them. They were threadbare in places, and feel damp as Austin touches them. Connor had to have worn them for the past 2 days or more, and Austin is looking forward to getting them off. He has never seen Connor’s feet bare before, and he treats this like the special event that it is. He is within reach of his bed-stand, and grabs his phone, ready to capture this sight forever. He pulls off the sock on Connor’s left foot first, slowly so as to not wake him up. It takes an excruciating amount of time, but the slow inching of the sock off of the foot fills Austin with lust. A defined ankle is exposed, and then it is pulled over a strong heel, rough and pale. Down the bridge of his foot, leaving behind stands of black lint stuck to the sole by sweat. Up the ball of the foot, clearly divided, and then finally his toes. They are similar to David’s; short and pudgy, attached to a slender foot. So much lint is stuck in between his toes and under his nails. His feet feel clammy, sweaty, and are so beautifully pale when compared to his tan legs; Connor has a habit of wearing the same pair of shorts that he has owned for years all year-long, leaving his hairy legs a deep bronze color.

            Austin sighs in happiness, takes a picture, and rests the exposed foot on his legs, making sure that his erection is pressed against it. He removes the other sock, and finds much the same as the first foot. With both exposed beauties in his lap, he begins by picking the lint off of them. He brushes Connor’s feet first, getting the largest pieces of lint off. He slowly pushes his fingers between Connor’s toes, as he reacts to that, giggling and twitching. It seems that because Connor never allows his feet to be exposed, they are particularly sensitive to seemingly anything touching them. Austin quickly has to pick, trying to use his nails to flick away the lint, but that seems to disrupt Connor even more, increasing the concern of him being caught. Sighing and accepting that he is going to have to just pick lint out of his mouth, he begins to lavish Connor’s feet with his tongue.

            By far, the sweatiest pair of feet so far, Connor’s were also the ones with the best taste, and Austin loves it. His tongue explores every inch, Connor’s toes slip into his mouth and then back out. They twitch and wiggle, his feet flex, putting on a great fight that stokes Austin’s lust. He lowers one foot to descend on the other, already rubbing himself against the saliva-slick foot. Quickly, without any aplomb, he ejaculates the moment Connor’s toes come into contact with his engorged head, his mouth open and drooling over the toes on the foot near his mouth. He is gasping, squeezing Connor’s foot, and quickly putting it down because judging by how Connor is fidgeting around, he is awakening.

            Austin dives back into his bed, and sure enough, Connor sits up. Austin closes his eyes, barely keeping them open a sliver. He is unsure if he was able to get to bed quickly enough to keep his activities hidden. Connor rubs his eyes, and looks down at his feet.

            “What the fuck?” He whispers, barely audible. He looks around, trying to find the culprit; it isn’t as though there are many options. Austin hopes that Connor cannot see his eyes, his hastened breathing. Connor brings his feet up to him, groaning in disgust and annoyance. He quickly looks around, and wipes his foot off with his sock. He walks over to the trash, throws it in, and returns to his bed, mumbling in annoyance.

            For almost getting caught, Austin feels a sense of pride and accomplishment. He has never orgasmed so many times in such quick succession, and quickly begins to drift back to sleep. Whatever caused this appreciation for his friends’ feet, he is quite thankful for it.

Epilogue:

Connor lies on his pile of blankets that serve as a bed on the floor. Next to him, gently snoring, is David. His feet are exposed, with their pale soles and tanned tops. Connor looks down at his, regretting that he just threw out his only pair of socks here. While he slept, he dreamt of something touching his feet, rubbing, licking; it was all strange, but oddly enjoyable. When he felt warm fluid surge against his toes, he finally awoke, and found his feet wet, one of which was wet with cum. He sighed, lying on his back, and looking down at his feet. His feet weren’t that bad, after all. He had hidden his feet his whole life because he thought they were ugly and disgusting; clearly someone didn’t think so.

Connor wore only boxers, and looking at his feet, wiggling his toes, he found that for whatever reason, he was getting aroused.

What did they find so appealing about my feet, Connor wondered. He looked around, and upon seeing all of his friends sleeping, sat up and leaned forward. He brought the foot that had been covered in cum up to his face, and stuck his tongue out.